Achievements...how much do I underrate them!
I went over this with my therapist, as the (perceived?) lack of achievements is bugging me. To actually make a house a home is more difficult than it looks, and after all I haven't moved in long ago; sure I've been put under pressure by Sofía on this, as she is expecting me to keep it at least clean...now every week comes a lady to clean the difficult and tedious bits, such as the oven, window panes, window sills, the bathtub, while I can manage sweeping and mopping the rest. After all, living in clean house is healthier for body and mind! Kind of reminds me of the times in Nottingham, living with Tony the freak (a psychopath who eventually got sectioned in the psychiatric ward for a few months...), keeping the house tidy and clean..but with the bonus that Sofía has not any mental health issue and is fundamentally a person who is deeply in love with life; talk about being extra-beatufiul inside!!!
Last week was an amazing sex marathon...like never before. She was just so hot and well, though last Monday was like a bit weird (I set up the house with romantic stuff she didn't really care about because she just wanted to shag. I now am left with this persistent strawberry smell from a candle, which seems to have permeated the library wood. It was like meh, after the third time in a row I was like "enough" while she craved for more) since she was disappointed I hadn't enjoyed it as much as she did. Last Friday and Saturday it was again like being literally on fire, we couldn't stop. I ran out of condoms haha! On Saturday we went to the country house (chacra) to celebrate her father's birthday, had an amazing asado. Though Sofía always finds something to complain about me and bitched about how the relationship had undergone an "involution" (WTF? Just like that in one day? Just because she made mildly critical observations about certain aspects of the housekeeping and my well-known lack of practicity and because I took off my sweater when she asked me whether I was hot), I was able to brush off her hysteria. Then on Saturday night I went to a club with some friends but it was rather terrible: they went there basically to pull (hit on some chick, in the yankee language) but they lack that sort of attitude you need to do that in a club, if you know what I mean (if you don't, write me, I'll explain you the mysteries of life). So, well, I did what I do when I go to a club, which is dance; after all, if I wanted to pull, I'd definitely go to a bar, instead. I so want to go out with Martin the Swede and his friends on Friday: good vibes!
Apart from having some social life, which is an achievement in itself, I should not overlook the fact that I am rebuilding a relationship with my parents, which is no little matter if you ask me. I still am dubious, or rather don't weigh the importance of this, but on the long run it'll do us all good; still waiting to -really- getting in touch with my brother! And well, obtaining the residence permit, though now I have to do plenty more paperwork, is in itself a very good thing! I guess one has to grow up and start doing paperwork and get into all the bureaucracy at some point in life! And here bureaucracy is no less a pain in the ass than in Italy, if possibly even more!